”“Then I’d go for Svetlana, which would be Photini in Greek. She’s the Samaritan woman at Jacob’s well in John 4. So, you are Svetlana Yakov...vna Saunders.”“What happens to my middle name?”“It wouldn’t be used if you used the Russian-style I just did. Consider it similar to Michael Peter Loucks. What IS your middle name?”“Nicole. My grandmother’s name.”“Michael, well Mikhail, is my grandfather’s name.”“So I’d be Svetlana Yakovovna Loucksa?” Clarissa laughed.“IF we were to marry, yes. Though. ‘Take me upstairs and fuck me, Johnny. I’m hot, and I need your cock! I want to feel you in me! C’mon. let’s go!’ I didn’t say anything, but grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs to my bedroom. I didn’t need to read body language to know this horny slut wanted to be fucked like a ragdoll. In the bedroom, she turned to me and started to remove her vest. I put my hands over hers and lifted them away, doing the little chore of stripping her myself, unsnapping the vest and unhooking the. A wimp wouldn't have tried to protect me the way you have and cuckold is just a made up word and it means nothing. It is just a word that will be inside your head and no one is going to call you a cuckold because no one is going to know. I don't do anything with any one you know and I don't do it around people who know the both of us."You want me Rob and I want you. All I'm asking is that you let me do what I need to do to let us happen. It doesn't even need to be twice a week Rob. May once. The way the well fitted jeans hugged the curve of her hips, the way her pale pink t-shirt rode up her stomach revealing a few fingers width of soft, downy, golden skin; so enticing, so tempting. The way her high, firm breasts strained against the fabric and the v-neck teased him with just enough cleavage to make him palm himself at the thought of tracing the tip of his tongue between her breasts. His eyes followed the slope of her throat to her face, which was currently partially obscured by.